"Are we really doing this right now?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about Beca."

"You're serious. We're really going to have a fight over something like this?"

"No, of course not. Since you don't think it's important enough to discuss, we won't. We'll just let it fester between us until it eventually rots away any affection we have for each other."

"Are you pouting? You're pouting. Jesse— I just—I didn't think it was that big of a deal. Y'know. It's whatever. You're important to me. And all that. I thought you knew that."

"I do."

"Then why are you being like this?"

"Because you won't admit it. Tell me: what am I to you?"

"You're...a friend. A good friend. A very good friend."

"Beca. Really?"

"Fine. And my...movication...instructor."

"I'm thinking more along the lines of a word that starts with a 'B' and ends with a 'D'."

"...Bastard."

"No! Why can't you just admit it?!"